A cloud of rubble followed the meliorist, as did a cloud of flies. The group of 20 - 25 was wear down, and any cheering or singing they had started the marching music with had tenacious since faded. This grouping of travelers was bound for the holy land, to fight for the church building, to wait on a self-mortification worthy to secure entrance into promised land. Now, they were marching, or dragging their feet through, southerly Bavaria, with a long journey ahead.

Jacques Louis David was different than about other crusader, as he lacked the religious zealotry typical of his fellow traveller. Instead, he had been coerced into the campaign with several of his protagonist to void persecution at plate. He was marvelous, muscular, and only 22, so if he had waited out the war at nursing home he would own surely been humiliated and harassed. After all, an able lad like him forsaking his friends in the holy place war would surely be be to fighting for the former side, at to the lowest degree in the eyes of the church.

Whatever. He never liked his village, with the inescapable smell of manure, and clay rules of the clergy. This would be his opportunity to scat, to see the outside macrocosm. Even now, Bavaria was more beautiful than anything David imagined of the outside, the lush green forests with white-peaked mountains spanning the horizon.

David could hear the masses ahead of him talking suddenly, and there were some unbosom cheerfulness, evidently the group had reached the adjacent Greenwich Village. Then, David saw it too. An empty looking solicitation of narrow streets sided by brick houses with red tiled roofs, a church tugboat, and a town square, nestled in a small valley. The visual aspect of red tiled roof, as opposed to wooden shingle, indicated to David and some others that they were getting farther Dixieland, closer to their name and address. Some of the crusaders picked up a strain, and soon enough they were all singing as they marched into the streets.

The township was, as its appearance suggested, mostly discharge. Obviously well-nigh inhabitants had already left for the holy land. Because of this, finding fitting for Jacques Louis David and his friend turned out to be as dim-witted as kicking in a few wooden doors until a satisfactory ( luxurious ) dwelling was found. With a elbow room settled, they turned their antecedency to the side by side pressing essential.

nighttime fell, which made finding the nearest tavern an comfortable task as well. It turned out to be one of the few lit buildings. However, the previous undulation of crusaders had obviously depleted the supply of liquor to nil. Jacques Louis David's friends were especially displeased.

"Not even a salutary drink after such a farseeing day ! What a letdown of a tavern"Rowan exclaimed loudly, within earshot of the tap house's keeper. This seemed to nettle him greatly.

"I told you, we're dry. If you don't like it here, sod off"muttered the man.

David, being the smart of his friend, thought about how to figure out the hard liquor job. Maybe if there were another tap house or another store, something that had closed before most social reformer had come through town. Eureka !
He remembered a construction they had passed by when finding accommodation, Saint David had looked in through cranny in the boarded-up doorway to see a room with barrels, and categorisation of small-scale glass bottles. That might accept what wanted. Saint David stood up and made an announcement to his friends, trying to bemock importance.

"boy, men, I think I may have a answer"

With that, he coughed and stumbled out the doorway into the night.

Finding the edifice again was well-off, the town was small and relatively covenant. But getting inside was a challenge. By pulling out a few sluttish boards, David managed to pressure through the doorframe. There was adequate moonshine through a windowpane at the rump of the room to see around, and Saint David squinted his eyes to see what loot might submit itself.

The first thing he noticed was that almost bottle were obviously not liquor, and the barrels were vacuous. Instead, the bottleful, although full, were labelled with hastily scrawn notes, mostly illegible. Some feeding bottle also had liquids, solids and powders St. David didn't recognize. It seemed that he had stumbled into the laboratory of an alchemist or someone of standardised profession. But even alchemists are human, and there could still be some alcohol to be found, perhaps hidden.

The first piazza Saint David tried to look was in the ceiling amongst the rafter. Picking a stool to stand up on, he positioned it and tried to wax up onto it to get a near opinion of the dark overhead.

CRACK ! thumping ! The ordure's brusque leg snapped in half, and St. David fell onto the flooring. However, as he got up he noticed that the floorboard he landed on had broken, to expose a hidden compartment beneath his ft. He moved the shattered board, and constantan once more ! various stoppered chalk bottleful, concealed before, were now exposed.
Saint David pulled one out at random, concealed the stash with the floorboard once again, and removed the bobber of the bottle with a quick tug. An intensely bitter smell pervaded his nostril, comparable to the appreciation of copper. Odd, he had never tried any drink like this. But this town has tiled roof instead of shingles, things are evidently different around here. He tasted a sip. Sweet heavens, this was the legato, sweet-scented liquid he had ever tasted ! He tried another gulp, but the bottle seemed to be getting further away as the elbow room got darker and his body got toilsome. His vision faded and his backside was assaulted by the trading floor once again.

Soft bed sheet. So soft.

Was he still on the floor ? No. The trading floor wasn't this sonant. Did his champion find him and take him back to their borrowed room ? No, he never told them where he went. Where in the screw was he ?

A deal touched his radiocarpal joint and he jerked awake. A woman was standing there, her aspect shrouded by her long browned hair.

Saint David looked around. David ? Yes that was his name. What happened ? He drank something, and woke up here. He looked up to see the woman had turned her care to him. He could see now that she had a beautiful typeface, and although very pale, was still pretty with petit feature and bright green oculus. She looked like a northerner.

"Are you alright ? I found you in the alchemist's shop, passed out. You looked like a corpse."

"I'm alright, thanks. Let me just-"Jacques Louis David tried to move his leg but nothing happened."I can't move ”.

The woman smiled knowingly.

"I'm not surprised, judging by how much of that you drank."

David looked at her questioningly. How did she know what it was ?

She replied to his unspoken question.

"conjuration of the trade dear, where did you regain it ? I've looked around that shop for useful potions before, but never found anything."

At the Logos ‘ potions'she paused.

"Are you a witch ?"David asked jokingly.

Her oculus flashed a white-livered gloss for a second, but David dismissed it as his imagination.

"Are you ?"

"Does it weigh ?"

St. David thought about it.

"How do I know you aren't going to kill me ?"

She laughed, her face lifting momentarily.

"Honey, I haven't had upright troupe for a long time, alright ? Killing you is the last affair I'd want."

The fire made a snapping noise, and the woman turned away to tend to it. The blast ? David's heart focused now, he was fully awake. He was in a room, empty save for a bed, fireplace and door, without window. The room was probably 15 feet recollective by 20 widely. The bed was rattling, adorned with sheets and furs, and he was lying sprawled out, nude. NAKED ? Saint David panicked, pulling the sheets to reduce around his nether region. The woman looked back at him and chuckled when she saw. Jacques Louis David realized she was burning his clothes in the brick fireplace.

"What the hell are you doing ?"

"If it would make you find better, I could go naked too"

"Its fine ”. St. David instantly regretted his response. Looking at her, she looked about his age, with a nice body, binge and bottom. She was wearing a dress that could consume just been a former blanket, tightly cloaking her body.

"How polite of you. You seem to make love that you're my patient in my house."

David nodded in acknowledgement.

"What do I call you ?"

"Trisha. And you ?"

"David."


The next day the feeling was brought back in his stage, and Saint David could bring in venial apparent motion. However Trisha still insisted on feeding him a mixture of herb in his food that would"puddle him experience better ”.

Once Trisha left the room and locked the doorway after David finished eating, he carefully walked over to the tabular array. His recitation skills were minimal but existent, he had learned some words from studying in church.

The Book had a collection of recipes, respective circled. The circled 1 were for fortitude… that was strength… magnit- and something unreadable, maybe size ? The last was obedient. That was obvious for anyone. Reading over them again, David realized something, shocked. He wasn't being kept here to recover, she was trying to turn over him into some sorting of slave, or robot. He had to cultivate fast before she came back.

Using the description in the account book, David managed to micturate the strength potion easily. But he didn't know how to apply it. Taking a cliff, he put it on his natural language. It had a cool numbing effect, but the single dip was effectual enough for him to experience an immediate variety. His musculus grew and tightened around his body. Looking at his reflection in a bull cup, he saw he was absolutely ripped now. Good.

Next was size of it, he would postulate it if he wanted to overpower the beldame. This was harder, but soon Saint David had a crude paste for this as well. Now he turned his attention to the door.

The room access was diminished, so David reasoned he would stimulate to rent the sizing potion once he got outside. Using his new military posture, he pulled, and pushed at the door, but it was locked well. Hmm. With a mighty fist, he punched it as hard as he could. BANG. Instead of punching down the door, he had just made a circular hole in the shopping center. fucking. Then he heard footsteps. Double fuck.

David knew this was it, so he took a smear of the size potion and put it on his tongue. Keeping his optic floor with a spot on the door, he waited for his body to grow and for the door to open up. Ready to go goliath on some fuckers he thought. Then he felt something. Instead of his head teacher, branch, organic structure or arms, his cock was slowly expanding. Becoming erect, to normal size, it began growing once more, to nine, ten column inch. St. David laughed at his foolishness and admired his work. Not what he expected but that should come in W. C. Handy once he left this prison. A clenched fist hit him in the chest and he fell onto the edge of the bed beside the fireplace, grimacing from the hurting. Trisha was standing there over him. She was still wearing her strange dress, and in her unclenched hand she held a suddenly knife.

"The fuck did you do to my poppycock ?"she yelled.

"I know what you were trying to do, and I didn't want that"he responded cheekily, despite still feeling the painfulness from her blow.

"And what was that ?"

"You wanted to exchange me into a golem or soldier or slave."

The cleaning lady laughed.

"I wanted a mate, you were a bit too smart to go after villagers and dig holes all day."

"What was the difference ?"

"Here ”.

Trisha slipped the blanket dress off her shoulders, and the whole thing fell on the base. David got a brief glance of her pale T. H. White pelt, her breasts, disappointingly pocket-size with red pointy nipples, and a triangle of fuzz between her legs above a belittled pussy. The look was brief however as she stepped forward and grabbed his mind, kissing him. The interlace duo fell backwards onto the bed. David was shocked by the affection, so he responded by kissing back.

Without clothing already, foreplay was minimal. As they kissed, Trisha put one handwriting, then both hands on David's swollen member and started jerking him off rhythmically. Saint David responded by gripping her ass and rubbing her pussy, now starting to radiate heat and moisture.

She grabbed his cock firmly, and was about to sit on him when David suddenly flipped her over, and all at once, pushed it into her pussycat from behind. The surprisal pleased her but there was still some pain and she moaned as she took the length. Using her hips as handles, he repeatedly pulled himself into her as she took it on her hands and knee.

They switched sides eventually and then she was riding him, while he caressed her tit. After several mo though it was obvious she was not going to finis. St. David felt her pussy clench as heftiness around her body flexed. The Trisha's center rolled into her headland as she orgasmed, and she made a soft groaning noise. Jacques Louis David kissed her, but he too had reached the edge. His mind had a light source show while he blew an tremendous load into Trisha, still moaning in his arms.

Great tranquility followed the climax, and they fell backwards onto the bed, covered in sweat. David looked over at her, her lips slightly open as she faced the ceiling. What the shtup did he do and what the nookie was he supposed to do now ?